Monthly Archives: April 2007

Head wounds bleed…a lot

In case your kid should lose their balance on your bed, fall down and crack their head on the headboard of your bed you should know that head wounds bleed a lot.

We witnessed this point again Saturday morning. I was in the bathroom. The Girl, Boy and Mom, were all on our bed chatting and generally waking up. Suddenly I heard this awful crunch, followed by screams for The Girl, and a panic call for me from Mom. I ran out of the bathroom only to be met by a trembling Mom and even more trembling Girl in her arms, crying hysterically, blood gushing down the side of her head.

There is nothing that makes the bottom of your stomach drop to your feet like the site of your kid in pain and bleeding.

Mom hands The Girl to me. Into the bathroom we go and begin administering first aid. The gash just above her right eyebrow is nasty. The Girl is trembling, sobbing and crying as we begin to clean out the wound. I’m talking calm, quiet and doing my best to calm her down while getting a handle on the situation. I’m trying to be as matter of fact about the whole thing, knowing that my reaction fuels her reaction.

Here we are, in full blown crisis when suddenly, through her sobbing and crying she says, ‘I love you, Daddy.” It was the last thing I expected to hear from her at that moment and it struck me so hard that I had to take a second to pull it together before getting back to the task at hand.

I give her a cold cloth to hold over the cut while I start cleaning her up. She asks if she needs a bandaid and I said yes. She loses it again and start winding up. The Girl has had a thing about bandaids for awhile now. She had one that was an old school fabric one that got stuck on her skin a year or so ago. It hurt to get pulled off, and she’s been anti-bandaid ever since.

Mom thinks we need stitches. We have a brief conversation about how head wounds typically look worse than they are, and that the bleeding seems to be getting under control. But the cut is wide and nasty. So, because we can’t use a bandaid, I get some gauze (which is okay with The Girl) and a tensor bandage and wrap her head like a mummy. She thinks this is funny and laughs thru her sobbing.

However, the tensor keeps slipping. We need to get a bandage on her. She gets extremely upset when we mention bandage until my wife hits upon the idea to have her uncle and aunt put one on. They are nurses and seem to have some cred with The Girl and she agrees. So we call up my brother-in-law and his wife and ask if we can bring The Girl over and see if they can help out. They say of course (family is a wonderful thing) and The Girl and I hop into the car and drive across town to their house.

We get there and my brother-in-law meets us at the door with his stethoscope, hospital emergency room ID and other assorted medical paraphernalia and starts his work on The Girl. A few minutes later, the wound is closed, bandage is applied and everyones blood pressure begins to come back down to normal levels.

This is the third head wound for The Girl in the past year and a half, all just above the eye and all have been nasty bleeders. So, if you take anything from my adventure it’s this. Head wounds bleed…a lot. And, while this one was bad enough that we should have probably gone to the hospital for stitches, it looked a heck of a lot worse than it actually was.

Falling asleep in front of the tv can be dangerous to your child

2 nights ago, I put The Girl to bed at 8 and, as is sometimes the case, I fell asleep beside her. I woke up in her room 3 hours later, tried to go down to my bedroom and fall back asleep.

No luck. I was wide awake.

After tossing and turning for an hour, I grabbed my pillow, hopped down to the living room couch, and flicked on the TV just in time to catch the start of that family friendly flick Scarface.


I made it to the chainsaw scene before I was sawing zzzzz’s on the couch.

Next thing I know, I hear a very groggy voice saying “Daddy?” I open my eyes to see the Girl standing in the living room, just as Tony Montana is cutting to the chase and introducing his “little friend” to the entire Columbian drug cartel. There is my girl, my innocent precious 3 year old who we have been shielding from the nastiness of the world, catching Tony Montana in full over the top ultra-violence glory, mowing down Colombians, screaming “Fug you mang. FUG YOU!” at the top of his lungs over and over again. Blood squirting, bullets flying. General mayhem.

I scramble for the remote sitting on the coffee table and manage to turn off the tv before The Girl really clues in to what is happening on screen. I get, up, walk her back up to her bedroom and tuck her in. A few minutes later she is fast asleep, and I am left back awake, wondering what kind of psychological damage might have just done to my 3 year old. It keeps me awake. I can’t get back to sleep. It’s 3 am.

Hmmmm, I wonder what’s on tv?

It’ll make your famous Daddy look so dumb

We suspect The Boy is sprouting his first teeth. For the past week or so, that nasty window of time in the evening most parents lovingly refer to as the witching hour has been far more stressful with The Boy. He cries, writhes, grimaces, chomps, drools, and cries some more before falling into a 12 minute sleep, only to wake up and repeat.

However, I think I might have discovered a temporary antidote. Music. Not just any music but one particular song, St. Judy’s Comet by Paul Simon (with the great lyric “cause if I can’t sing my boy to sleep, it’ll make your famous Daddy look so dumb”).

3 nights ago, during the peak of the witching hour, I was feeling flustered so I walked into the office with a crying Boy in my arms. I fired on the computer and tossed some music on. The first song was St. Judy’s Comet. The Boy stopped crying and cocked his head towards the glowing computer screen. I got up and started dancing around the office with The Boy in my arms. By the end of the song, he had dozed off.

Next night when the cranking started, I again threw on Paul. Again, The Boy stopped, listened and dozed.

Same thing tonight.

I hope it will work for the next few days. Like all solutions with infants, you hope one buys you enough time to think of the next one. But for now, music does hath charms to soothe the savage beast.

Mom My Ride

Entertainment for some, real life for others.

Great video on being a stay at home parent

I absolutely love this video! Part of the Washington Posts’ “On Being” series, it’s a real snapshot of what life is like as a stay at home parent. I emphasis the word parent because in this case the parent happens to be a Dad, but not once in the story does that even come up.

Is the SAHD dying and being replaced by the SAHP – Stay at Home Parent? I, for one, hope so. Like RebelDad, I hope that someday SAHD’s will be a normal part of the parent landscape and not treated like some kind of weird anomaly. This video does that very nicely.

Thanks to for the lead.

Books, books, everywhere the books

Dad blogs are becoming the place for publishers to promote the new wave of Dad books that seem to be cropping up these days like spring tulips. I’m not complaining, send em on in (and any other free stuff you product promoters happen to have lying around). I only wish I had the time to actually read this stuff.

I, like Daddy Forever, am the proud owner of a new promo copy of Punk Rock Dad: No Rules, Just Real Life by Jim Lindberg of Pennywise. Really, when you are a punk and have lived the full punk life, what could be more punk to your circle of conformity rejecting anarchist friends than, uh, settling down and having kids.

Also sent to me recently is Fat, Forty, Fired, a book that has been nicely reviewed by Ben Murphy at The Father Life (who also did an interview with the author Nigel Marsh).

To round out the trilogy of promo books is the unfortunately titled The Dangerous Book for Boys. This is a very interesting book that, as a young lad, would have kept me occupied for hours with it’s how to instructions on creating invisible ink, knot tying, and building a tree house.

However, I have a real beef with book (here’s were the unfortunate title part comes in). As the father of a daughter, I can’t help but feel defensive that this book is so obvious in it’s “boys only” stance. I realize that book publishers have to come up with a catchy title to engage their target audience immediately, but girls can’t build tree forts, tie knots and delve into the finer points of baseball trivia?

Mind you, the subject matter of the book hearkens back to a bygone era when young scalawags whiled away a lazy afternoon building rafts and floating down the ol’ Mississip’ while using their secret decoder rings to decipher Navajo code, so it shouldn’t surprise me that the sign on this fort clearly says “No Girls Allowed!”

While we are on the subject of books, my good friend Paul Abra at the Island Parent blog has recommended a couple of fine books for parents dealing with teens. If you are a parent of a teen and navigating the murky waters of risky behaviour, check out his recommendations.

Report recommends extending parental leave to 2.5 years

A panel appointed by the Conservative Harper government to find ways of improving access to child care is recommending that Employment Insurance benefits for new parents should be increased from the current 50 weeks to 18 months and eventually to 2½ years.

What is really exciting for Dads is that the report recommends that the benefit be extended to both parents. With the current 50 weeks, parents can split the time with one or the other taking it. With the new recommendations, both parents would be eligible for the full time available. Imagine. Both parents at home for 2½ years with their kids.

What a fantastic idea for our society to be able to give parents the financial ability to stay at home longer with their kids during those very important formative years, and still be able to transition back into the workforce.

There is also a recommendation that employers “top up” EI benefits to remove financial pressure on parents to return to work.

The government commissioned this report to find ways to ease the childcare crunch in Canada where demand for infant spaces far exceeds available spaces. Nice to see some acknowledgment from the feds that there is a shortage of high quality care in Canada and that this is probably the biggest issue facing working families in this country.

I urge every Canadian reader of this blog to email their MP and give full support to this report. Human Resources Minister Monte Solberg says he is in no hurry to act on these recommendations, so some public support would go a long way to keeping this report from being shelved.

From the April 16th, 2007 Globe and Mail.

The Boy and his B.F.F.

At just over 4 months old, The Boy has mastered a killer smile. And he likes to share that smile with 2 of his best friends; Ceiling Fan and Shower Curtain.

Both friendships have different dynamics and we can’t figure out who he likes more.

Ceiling Fan is the type of friend where words don’t have to be exchanged in order to keep the relationship strong. Silence is okay. The Boy can sit in his bouncy chair for long periods of time, look with admiration at Ceiling Fan and just enjoy his company, tossing him the occasional smile as he does his slow, circular whoosh whoosh dance.

Shower Curtain, on the other hand, tends to bring out the chatterbox in The Boy. Theirs is a much more lively and dynamic relationship. After his daily bath, he loves to lie on the bathroom mat and share stories and laughter with his bud Shower Curtain while we go about his nightly routine.

The Boy comes by his friendship with intimate objects naturally. His big sister went through a similar phase at this age with her friends Bookshelf and Bedroom Light (a bright kid who could really turn it on). And I predict that someday soon The Boy will, like his big sister, move beyond his very first best friends. The world outside, with it’s bounty of sexy, new friends like Teeter Totter, Monkey Bars and Swing will test the strength of his friendship with Shower Curtain and Ceiling Fan. But for now, he is happy in his world with his number one peeps, Ceiling Fan and Shower Curtain.

Toddler Accidentally Shoots His Dad

Toddler Accidentally Shoots His Dad. Apparently the 4 year old was pissed that his Dad served him his milk in a green sippy cup and not an orange sippy cup.

Board Games

This post over at Strollerbaby is extremely timely for us as we have just started introducing The Girl to the wonderful world of board games.

When I was growing up, my family was a game family. We would sit around and play Clue, Sorry, Mil Bornes and, if it was a special occasion, Rummoli (which, for better or for worse, hooked me on poker at the age of 8). Some of my best memories are of playing board games with my family.

There are some great suggestions over at Strollerbaby. To add to those, here are a couple of games we’ve recently picked up for The Girl that have gone over really well.

Don’t Break the Ice is a classic game where you try to tap out blocks of ice one by one without shattering the whole ice surface, which causes the skating bear to fall thru the ice. Easy to play for a 3 year old and a great hand eye coordination exercise trying to tap out the bricks with just the right force.

Another classic Hasbro game that has also gone over well is Don’t Spill the Beans. The trick is to drop beans onto the pot’s lid, one by one, without spilling them. The more beans there are, the harder it is. When the pot gets unbalanced, over spill the beans and everyone laughs and has a good time. This one does have a lot of small parts that could be a bit of a problem if you have a really young child around.